The knowledge that I didn’t have the courage to do what was
necessary made me feel terrible. I began to feel physically sick. I was weak. I didn’t want it to
happen yet I couldn’t think of any way to stop it.

As time goes on, you’ll understand. What lasts, lasts; what doesn’t, doesn’t. Time solves most things. And what time can’t solve, you have to solve yourself.

I am not painting about something I have learned and wish to explain but rather something I am trying to understand myself, the problem of being this particular human being in progress. I don’t paint people to show you who they are, but as part of trying to discover who they are, and I fall in love with every one of them. The questions involved in a painting, if I know them at all, are very difficult to articulate. I follow a hunch in search of a question and in this process, quite unexpectedly and even unintentionally something of another world, of the other world, something of God leaks out.